Crying shame: You're Not the Only One

Like a real, honest-to-god brick wall made of… I dunno, dish soap and dirty socks and unanswered phone calls? …

With the head honcho. …

So I ducked behind one of the trailers, you know, like the big ones, and just tried to get myself together. …

Like, you finally get to a certain point in your life, you’re in your 50s, the kids are grown (thank god), you’re supposed to have it all together, right? …

I know this is gonna sound real stupid and small but like, my older brothers found me sobbing over a laundry commercial last night. …

I mean full-blown, ugly-crying, chest heaving, snot running down my face, sobbing. …

I just, like, stress-cried myself into an actual panic attack in the grad department bathroom, in the narrowest stall, because Dr. …

I shouldn't even be posting this but I can't sleep and my heart is just pounding and I feel like a total jerk.

I stayed home today and I literally cant even tell anyone why because its so stupid and Im so embarrassed like I just cant do it.

i think i might be losing my mind a little bit. …

i dont even know why im typing this out like its so embarrassing but i guess i just need to say it or ill explode...

I actually feel like such a clown typing this out but I have to tell someone or I’m gonna lose it. …

I’m literally sitting on the edge of the tub right now with the fan on so nobody hears me but like, today was supposed to be great.

I remember the smell of that old upholstery—the rough, brown fabric that bit into the back of your legs if you wore shorts.

I hid behind the supply trailer today. …

I remember that commercial for the soap. …

I know it’s not a big deal but I found myself crying on the 4 train this morning and nobody even blinked.

blue light everywhere... …

absolute anosognosia... …

i am 51 years old and im literally hiding in the basement bathroom of the library crying like a little kid... …